There on Neglinnaya
behind the carved doors
on a slab of cold marble--
She splayed her mottled
brawn and tossed
a wood-handled brush
in my direction--
Harder, harder! she screeched,
while I tentatively explored
the massive vistas
of this assemblage of Woman.
She told me the stories of each of her war scars,
how once she'd screamed her way en route
from engine to caboose, knife in hand,
evading rape at the hands of her countrymen.
This was a dynamo. My jaw jammed open
and I followed my new luminary
to the dressing room, avoiding the sight of my
scrawny limbs in a 19th century mirror.
She eased her torpedoes into their silos,
brassieres and petticoats layer on layer,
topped off solidly with a belted brown dress,
an imposing bit of stalinist-era architecture.
Years later, looking back, I wondered if
her bravado was yet another of those layers,
designed to protect the memory of her younger self--
that slender, terrified girl concealed in the center
I let you go, but you remain where devotion lingers with leaf-curtains drawn; and dreams gather in pools of verdigris; where c...
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